I am a writer in Tokyo

Not many people wear this kind of clothes in this kind of weather.

In their opinion, there are only two kinds of people: homeless people and perverts.

Ma prayed he was a tramp.

But what Ju was wondering at this time was why a homeless person would target him, when there was no benefit he could gain from this. It seemed that even Mr. Oshima was targeted by him.

In my peripheral vision, Oshima Kazuya was running hard, but he was not running as easily as Ju. Older men tend to lose some of the physical coordination they had when they were young, not to mention an editor who sits in the office for a long time.

Oshima Kazuya clamped himself tightly with his hands, as if trying to prevent his body from falling between his arms, and then his legs were spread very slightly, and every time he took a step, his body twisted in the direction of that leg.

Overall, it looks like a penguin trying hard to run.

However, compared to winter, autumn is a little more forgiving, at least the joints are much smoother.

So it will not create any extra burden on their running.

After passing several intersections
After running for a while, both of them felt the heat rising up from their collars, followed by waves of rising mist.

Oshima Kazuya looked at the figure disappearing around the corner not far away, and began to weigh his next move in his mind.

"Are you still chasing?" Ju signaled with his eyes without saying anything.

Kazuya Oshima's chest heaved violently. He never thought that at this age he would still be doing such passionate things.

However, if they were helping others chase criminals or doing something righteous at this time, perhaps the blood in their hearts would burn even hotter, but the only difference in their hearts was that they were running for their own lives.

This always makes me feel a sense of inexplicable panic in my heart, and even a sense of uncertainty.

The two people discussed this matter. They ruled out many possibilities and finally determined one thing in their hearts, that is, the man was most likely coming for their lives.

Apart from their lives, all they care about is money. They don't come here for those so-called high-end literary works.

For those who live from hand to mouth, money may, to a certain extent, be far more important than any spiritual utopia.

Oshima Kazuya was silent for a moment. He always felt that if they took one more step forward at this time, they might face a life-threatening disaster.

At this time, Oshima Kazuya hesitated. He was not sure whether to take that step forward.

"How about we go back first?"

Koma turned his head to look at Oshima Kazuya, then turned back to the intersection where the man disappeared: "Oshima-sensei."

He shouted, and when Oshima turned around, he saw Koma pointing ahead: "What's ahead of here?"

Oshima thought about it. He felt that this place looked familiar just now. Now that Ju reminded him, he understood.

"There is a space under a bridge ahead of here. If I remember correctly, it should be..."

Before Oshima Kazuya could finish his words, Koma interrupted him and said, "I mean, have you ever been to Mr. Kaneda's place at that time?"

After being reminded by Koma, Oshima Kazuya remembered it instantly.

The one in front is Mr. Kaneda's... It seems a bit strange to describe it as a ruins. It should be said that it was the place where Mr. Kaneda lived before, which is the bridge tunnel where homeless people in this area gather.

"So, I guess he should be there. He turned and should have reached his resting place." Ju denied the idea that the guy ambushed them after turning.

Seeing that it was indeed late at night outside, and knowing that neither of them were very good at fighting, Koma and Oshima Kazuya decided to stop here for once.

The darkness of the night not only protected their whereabouts, but also concealed the gradual emergence of some bad and shady activities.

On the way back, Oshima Kazuya thought of a very suitable person.

"You mean Mr. Kosaka?"

Oshima Kazuya thought his idea was perfect.

Kosaka had been carrying luggage at the station all the time. The "Red Hats" group had no lack of strength at all. They made a living by their strength. They should be much stronger than those homeless people who seemed to be hungry all day long.

Besides, Oshima Kazuya thought that if he asked him for help, he might be very happy.

"Then should we contact Mr. Matsuo?"

Ju thought that since they had asked Mr. Kosaka for help, it meant that the matter had escalated to the point where it had to be resolved by force. In that case, perhaps they would need a professional lawyer to protect them.

"Since you are asking Mr. Matsuo for help..." Oshima Kazuya felt that since he had a lawyer on his side, he didn't mind having a few more armed forces to support him.

Perhaps Boss Ito is also a very good choice, and Boss Ito's body shape is relatively rare in the entire Neon. To describe it in one sentence, he is very oppressive.

Koma and Oshima looked at each other and felt that things were gradually deviating from the track that they had initially wanted to keep secret from other people.

"They shouldn't be considered redundant, right?" Oshima tried to find a reason to convince himself.

Fortunately, it didn't take him too long to convince himself.

Perhaps the most important thing is that Ju said something very philosophical at a very appropriate time.

"In theory, we should be on the side of justice. So we don't care about the so-called majority bullying the minority."

Oshima Kazuya was so excited that when he saw him at the Ito family tavern the next day, he had huge dark circles under his eyes.

After learning the news today, Takehiro Kosaka deliberately did not go to work.

Compared to others, this group of people has a looser system and does not have a so-called organization or group to operate. So when he talks about his work with others, he likes to call himself a freelancer.

Since Matsuo is in Osaka, he estimates that the earliest he can reach Tokyo is in the afternoon, so the people gathered in the tavern are purely combat personnel.

Boss Ito picked up a kitchen knife that he liked very much and waved it around in his hand. After accidentally chopping a pillar and leaving a deep knife mark, he began to become trembling and furtively put the knife back to its place. After checking again and again to make sure that no one had noticed what he had done, he was slightly relieved.

"So what do you need me to do?"

Mr. Kosaka put his red hat into his chest pocket and twisted his wrist, making a creaking sound. (End of this chapter)